#like he absolutely is right in the grand scheme of things don’t get me wrong and if it hadn’t been anders doing something

[strixhaven]

red flag characters to a certain degree don’t exist and the entire concept is pretty dumb and nuanceless because what it means to like and appreciate a character varies so much from person to person and fandom to fandom and thus is basically impossible to generalize. that being said if there ever was one though it’s definitely anders dragon age

[sourw0lfs]

dance with the devil - part seven

This has been done for days but I told myself I'd write ahead a bit before I posted it. Then my brain went on vacation about it, so uh here?

Words: 692 | Rating: E (mostly parts 1 & 2, but also future parts) | CW: no warnings this time! except Eddie's continued bad time

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || part eleven || part twelve

Most of the details surrounding his actual death are fuzzy to Eddie, and he supposes that makes sense in the grand scheme of things. Something about blocking out trauma or whatever. He isn’t really sure how any of that actually works. Instead he just focuses on making it all into a cohesive story for the girl that’s still staring at him judgingly. And yeah, he’s earned that look if he’s being honest with himself. He did show up uninvited.

“Well,” he says with a dramatic sweep of his arm. “It all starts in this very city, about twenty-three years ago.”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, I want the long story but not your life story,” the girl interrupts him. “Start with how you ended up in the same room as Steve.”

The interruption should be rude, but Eddie just shrugs. Less work for him and his already fuzzy memories. It’s like as soon as he died, everything got jumbled up and thrown away if he didn’t need it. It’s a pain honestly. “Right, so,” he starts again with a pointed look at the girl. “I don’t know if he mentioned that I’ve been assigned as his guardian angel, but I have been. Because I died recently.”

Something twinges painfully in Eddie’s chest as he says the words, but he presses on anyway. It’s not like he knows why he’s sad about being dead. “I don’t know why I got assigned your friend or who made the decision or whatever,” he continues. “I just know that I’ve got a job to keep him safe, and I have to do it or it’s adios to somewhere much less fun for me.”

Hopefully that’s enough to appease both the girl and Steve, because Eddie doesn’t really have much else on the topic. They’re both looking at him like he’s grown a second head, and that does absolutely nothing for Eddie’s worries.

“So you’re not actually an angel then,” the girl says after studying him for a few minutes. “Because if you were, failing Steve wouldn’t be it for you, would it?”

It’s then that Eddie decides he doesn’t like her. Not because she’s wrong. She isn’t wrong. But because there’s something deeply uncomfortable about a stranger calling him out so quickly and easily.

He sighs heavily, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “No, it wouldn’t be. Or I imagine it wouldn’t be. I don’t actually know. I just know I woke up from dying and a really scary, really tiny lady told me I had to keep ‘Steve Harrington’ out of harms way until I stack up enough good points to get real wings. And that failing would be bad.”

The girl is frowning at him, studying him like a bug under a microscope again, and Eddie squirms. Then her expression softens, and it makes Eddie feel bad for disliking her just a little. “Thank you for protecting him,” she says quietly. “Usually that’s my job, but I don’t have angel magic or whatever.”

Eddie isn’t sure why she just believes his words for what they are, but he’s not going to question it. Not if it makes his life (non-life?) easier. "I mean, I barely do, but you're welcome all the same. I'm Eddie." He thrusts a hand in the girl's direction.

"Robin," she returns with a smile as she takes his hand and gives it a firm shake.

It's a lot better, a lot calmer, than his introduction with Steve. Considering Eddie still wouldn't even know his name if he hadn't been sent in with it. Despite the original hesitation, Eddie thinks he might like this Robin girl a lot more. Maybe that'll make this whole thing just a little bit easier to swallow. Because Steve certainly isn't doing Eddie any favors, even after Eddie got him out of what would have been a full-on murder charge. Ungrateful, but Eddie has a job to do, thankless or not.

"Glad you two are getting on, really," Steve says as he looks between the two of them with a grumpy frown. "But what exactly does this all mean for me? It's my life being invaded."

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[heartz4shauna]

Write something about a locked door or something? I don’t know (I too have no motivation but have two things I gotta write)

Locked Out

Word count: 1290 (my longest fic thing yet yippee!!)

Warnings: none just cutesy stuff kinda idk?? kinda Shauna x reader idfk yall also modern au.. GUYS IDK HOW TO LABEL THIS

a/n: so sorry this took me so long i was procrastinating so hard my bad ahhh also didn’t really know how to like.. finish it so it’s kinda shit but okay!!

You pulled into your driveway, the worries of the school day rushing out of you as quickly as they came. You grabbed your backpack from the passanger seat and got out of the car. Making your way up to your front door, you checked your pockets for your house key. Fuck. They weren’t there. You groaned in annoyance as you got to the door, dropping your backpack onto the ground and looking through it for your keys, but with no luck.

You pulled out your phone and called your mom. After a good five rings, she picked up. “Hello, I’m in work, what’s wrong?” You sighed into the phone, rubbing your forehead in exhaustion, “Uh, I forgot my keys. Is there like a spare under a plant pot or something?” You could practically hear your mom rolling her eyes on the other end, “No, there isn’t. Call your dad, he might be around,” she said just before she hung up. Alright then.

You took your moms advice and called your dad who picked up immediately, “Yes, hello, what’s wrong?” You huffed and explained to your dad what was going on, with a bit more drama. “Okay, so I had a shit day and I just wanted to get home and relax, right? Okay, so I got out of the car, checked my pockets. No keys! Just my luck. Called mom, no spare key apparently, so she told me to call you. Are you around or are you grocery shopping or something?” You could hear your dad sigh, which obviously meant “I’m about 34478 miles away.” You groaned and nodded to yourself, “Alright. I’ll see you later,” and you hung up.

You took a deep breath and decided to call your best friend, Shauna. Surely she could help you in some way? You dialed her phone number and it rang. No answer, no bother. Try again. You rang her again. No answer, fuck. Okay, third times a charm. Surely she wouldn’t leave you outside looking absolutely hideous and drenched in sweat after soccer practice. On the third try, she finally picked up, “Hello?” “Shauna, hey. Can you do me a favour?” You could hear from the noises around her she was still driving home, and lucky for you, she didn’t live too far from your house. “I could, sure. What’s up?” Chances are, she would most definitely do what you asked. You never asked her for much, really. This was nothing in the grand scheme of things.

“I forgot my house key, so I can’t get into my house. Could you take me back to yours? Just until my mom or dad gets home.” You dropped the bomb. Okay, maybe not a bomb but a hard boiled egg. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll come pick you up. I’m about fifteen minutes from your house. Just stay put.” A grin spread across your face. Success! Now all you had to do was wait outside for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, taking traffic into account, and no more worries.

You spent the next thirteen minutes scrolling on your phone and moaning to Van in your texts; “feel so stupid”, “forgot my keys”, “shauna my lord and saviour is picking me up!!!!:!:!2&/!:!” and Van would respond, “u are quite the interesting specimen”, “have fun with with the wifey”

After the excruciatingly long time of sixteen minutes, the last three minutes spent by counting the amount of leaves on the tree in your front lawn, your lord and saviour, Shauna, finally arrived outside your house. You waved at her quickly and picked up your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder. You ran over to her car and got into the passenger seat.

“Ugh, thank you, Shauna. I forgot my key, my dad’s out and my mom’s at work, so thanks,” you explained as she nodded along. “Why didn’t you just drive up to my house yourself?” She asked you, an eyebrow raised. You hadn’t thought about that. Fuck. “Uh, I didn’t want to take up too much space in your driveway..” you answered with a shrug. Sure, what you said made sense, but a shit excuse. Shauna just nodded, not really listening to your excuse, more so flattered you decided to call her out of all people.

“I hope your mom doesn’t mind, y’know. That I’m coming over and whatever,” you said, glancing away from the road for a moment. “Oh, no,” Shauna shook her head, “She doesn’t mind at all. She loves you.” That shocked you a little bit, usually when you came over to her house, her mom would give you looks, snarky smiles, the whole lot. But apparently she loved you? Weird. Your eyebrows creased together and, of course, Shauna noticed this.

“What? You don’t believe me?” she chuckled out, punching you softly in the shoulder. “I mean, usually she looks like a starving animal, watching its prey. Me, obviously, being the prey.” Shauna laughed, eyes widening in shock a little, “Really? That’s what she told me. She said, ‘You know your friend? The one who’s always over here, comes into the kitchen when I’m makin’ dinner? Actually a really sweet kid. I was iffy about ‘em at first, but,’ and then she shrugged. She does like you, trust me.” You listened intently to what her mom had told her, clearly interested in what she really thought of you behind all of the bitterness she showed you.

Shauna braked at a red light and handed you her unlocked phone, “Plug in the aux, Ms. Roan, if you please.” You smiled at her, opening her Spotify and playing her top playlist, whose name was “queen but like in a cunty way”, interesting. You picked up the aux wire, plugged it into her phone and pressed play on the playlist. The first song that came on was Red Wind Supernova by Chappell Roan. She looked back over at you as she continued to drive, humming along to the opening lyrics, whilst you sang, “She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things, I didn’t know.” Shauna loudly sang after you, “Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck!”

You both chuckled at your equally horrible and loud voices, “So mad we didn’t get tickets,” you said with a frown. She groaned, “Ugh, I know. I would literally be screaming the entire way through. Got her CD, though..” She said in a sing-song voice. You shrugged, not satisfied with the outcome, “Not the same, is it?” She frowned, “Guess not.”

You pulled into her driveway and she parked the car, she got out after grabbing her backpack from the back seat and you followed. “Is your mom making dinner or is it too early for that?” You asked her as she unlocked her front door. “Uh, I dunno. It’s kinda early, so probably not yet?” You gave a nod as you walked into her house. “Mom, we’re home!” Shauna called out to her mom who was presumably in her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and threw her backpack onto the floor near the door.

You walked into her living room and took a seat on the couch with a heavy sigh. Shauna came over and sat beside you, grabbing the remote from the tv off the coffee table. You pulled out your phone to see one new text message from your mom.

You unlocked your phone and read the message to yourself, “I’m almost at Shauna’s, I’m coming to pick you up in 10 minutes.” Sent 7 minutes ago. Damn. You huffed and showed your phone to Shauna who was flicking through channels, “Ugh, seriously? You just got here.” You shrugged, a guilty frown playing on your lips, “Sorry, man.”

[lazyyogi]

I thought the last ask that you answered was interesting, and I wanted to comment on it in a broader sense than just on the post comments. Speaking directly to you, I'm not sure how long you have been on your journey (I just started recently at 27), and to be quite honest I don't actually think that it matters. But of course I acknowledge that my relative view on the universe is merely that, relative. But it also feels real... to me haha. If I haven't lost you yet, what I'm trying to say is that in my opinion, the thought patterns behind consistently practicing meditation is merely another trap imo. We all have various methods in our lives that bring us to the awareness, the oneness, or reconnection with divine energy or God. Meditation is perhaps a purer method to this return, but it is still a method. Some people cook, they surf and transcend the dualism between man and nature, they have sex, drink, eat fatty foods, etc. And each of these methods typically has the "ahh yes I'm home" feeling attached to them, but they never last after the initial high. Once the method is performed, then it's back to relative reality. Jobs, bills, suffering, neurotic TV shows or games, etc. This is why I think that in my opinion, there shouldn't be a thought to "consistently" perform the meditation. You should be doing it already. I don't like the idea of sounding combative since there's plenty negativity, but this is just how I feel. Quite often when we want a return to meditative practices, it's because we acknowledge to an extent there might be imbalance or turmoil in our lives, and we look to pure methods to re-center ourselves. That's truly a blessing by the way; but at the same time, if we "know" what to do, why do we still ask the questions? I think what actually puts up that barrier within ourselves, is what the Hindu faith considers "Dharma". The Chinese call it "Tao" or lawful way of things. We have to honor our predicaments in my opinion. If you have a job, or have to take care of the kids, or you live in a rural state in which connecting with like-minded individuals becomes difficult, that in my opinion, is the work that YOU need to do on yourself. That is your meditation. My guru once said that God is no more in New York than he is in Boston. You work within your unique predicament, and truthfully you become the meditation. You become the rising and falling of the breath. Because the whole grand scheme of the game is the illusion of separateness (in my opinion). The illusion that you or I are completely "separate" beings or atoms or energy, is a part of the game. And absolutely meditation is a pure method to consciousness with the one, but please also remember that there are Eastern cultures that have been ingrained with spirituality since their birth into this world, and in my opinion they are easily just as neurotic as any Westerner, albeit in a different fashion. Oh boy I did not mean to bust out the advanced course like this, but I just felt this pull to share my thoughts haha. Blessings if you read this, and I hope at the very least that my relative thoughts on this topic were able to inspire some reflection and tasteful discussion. Namaste friend🖖

Practice a single meditation technique for at least 30 minutes every day for six months and then let me know your thoughts 😉

If you are not able to do this, you may not be as free and awakened as you may think.

Finding reasons not to meditate can be a subtle trick of the ego.

Namaste 🙏🏻

PS please don’t take this as dismissive. The vibe I get through your writing is that you recently experienced a spiritual awakening and the blissful charge of it is very strong right now but has yet to stabilize and integrate. Which it will in time, but don’t be so convinced by these romantic views of the spiritual path.

It’s not that they’re wrong, they’re quite beautiful. They are stepping stones that will take you further but don’t go all the way by themselves.

There is a difference between transient communion with divinity through various activities and the irreversible liberation from the illusion of separateness.

Feel free to hit me up on messenger, I’m always down to chat about this stuff 😁

LY

[star-going-supernova]

Gregory introduces Spring-ness to Freddy

The first prompt up there is number three of our tumblr generated prompts and comes from TheGrimRead3r on ao3! The second one came in during this event, but there was no reason not to put them together. This one is a sequel to Amongst the Dead, and the tldr of that ficlet is that Vanessa got spring-locked and possesses a white bunny animatronic now.

A Difference Keenly Felt

Vanessa didn’t know what she was doing. In the grand scheme of things, that is, because right now, she was letting a kid stand on her shoulders in order to climb into a vent. A kid she desperately wanted to save. Which meant now was not the time to have an existential crisis. Gregory’s slight weight left her, and she listened to the clunking of him scooting around up there.

“I’ll go unlock the door,” he called back to her, and then he was off. It was a good thing they weren’t trying to be quiet, she mused with a soft huff.

She wandered back over to the door in question. Her movements still felt stiff, but it was already a far cry from the absolute struggle it was to stand up. She hadn’t moved since she’d been tossed into that room like junk—as if she wasn’t a… as if she wasn’t an actual person.

A dead one, yes, but clearly death wasn’t as final as she’d once believed.

Vanessa looked down at herself, at what she thought of as her body now. It didn’t feel the same as her human body, of course, but it was still hers. There was a much duller sense of feeling, like she was touching things through a thick blanket, and she’d completely lost her ability to taste and smell. But the limbs moved as she wanted, and her eyesight and hearing was certainly improved.

It wasn’t the body she would have chosen for herself. If she could get her human one back, she would in a heartbeat. But instead, she was a fuzzy white rabbit animatronic, which was just salt in the wound.

She hadn’t known how to feel when she realized her human body had been removed. The insides of her animatronic suit were far from clean—judging by the way Gregory’s nose wrinkled when he got too close, she still smelled of rot—but it hurt a little to have lost that last piece of who she used to be. She was grateful, though, to not have to be so aware of the flesh and blood that had clogged her insides.

The door unlocked, and as Gregory pulled it open, he said, “You’ll never guess who I found! I don’t think I mentioned it, actually, but Freddy was helping me before we got separated, and that was when I met you!”

What passed for fear when one’s body lacked flesh and hormones and a brain to translate those chemicals flashed through Vanessa, and she looked up in a panic to see Glamrock Freddy standing behind Gregory. His smile faded a bit when he saw her, but Gregory didn’t notice either of their reactions.

“Freddy, this is Vanessa. She watched over me while I took a nap. Vanessa, this is Freddy. He was helping me before I met you.” He barely gave them a chance to take each other in before he was off like a shot. “I’m gonna go get a Fazerblaster like you suggested, Freddy! Be right back, play nice!”

Vanessa tensed as she was left alone with a real animatronic. He eyed her distrustfully.

“You are not like me,” Freddy said eventually.

“Uh,” she replied. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You are… different. Wrong,” Freddy said. She flinched minutely; trust me, she wanted to say, I know. “There is no ‘Vanessa’ in my files of past or present animatronic personalities. You do not exist, yet you stand before me.” His countenance hardened, and even though Vanessa wasn’t hooked up to the communication system the way a proper animatronic would be, she could nearly feel the protective rage settling over him. “If you are trying to hurt Gregory, I will stop you.”

She raised her hands and shuffled away. “I’m just trying to help, okay? The kid needs as much as he can get.”

“Who—what are you?” Freddy demanded.

“I’m Vanessa,” she said. “I… I’m…”

He moved fast for a robot, much faster than she did, as unused to her mechanical body as she was. He slammed her into a wall, looking quite ready to rip her apart if need be.

“Okay, okay!” she cried. “But you can’t tell Gregory, yeah? It’ll—it won’t help.”

“I will be the judge of that.”

She wished she could swallow or run a hand through her hair or even just breathe. But all of those little human things had been taken from her. Their absence, the difference in all the little things that made her up… she felt it deep and sharply.

But it wasn’t like she could cry about it.

“I’m Vanessa,” she repeated. “And I was a human. I got… I was tricked into this suit—it’s got springlocks, which are really really dangerous—and I. I died. In here. And now my body’s gone and this is my body now.”

The light of Freddy’s eyes flickered. She could hear the subtle clicking and whirring of his body as he processed that.

“Vanessa Anderson,” he said slowly.

Her voice box emitted static, as close to a choked breath as she could manage.

He continued, “She is in my files as a night guard who went missing a year ago.”

A year. Had she really been asleep, shut down, whatever, for that long?

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “That, that was me. And now I’m…” She gestured helplessly at herself.

Freddy backed off, releasing her. “I am very sorry, Vanessa Anderson. I… will not tell Gregory.”

“Thanks. And I mean it. I just want to help him. I, I can’t let him end up like me.”

He looked at her, then, really looked at her, and he nodded. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or a remnant of her humanity that demanded she seek emotion even in emotionless things, or maybe it was because she understood him in a way she wouldn’t have been able to as a human. But whatever it was, it seemed to Vanessa that Freddy was looking at her with more compassion than anyone had shown her in years.

[eclipseaotters]

I really just can’t contain myself and I just have to let this out.

Don’t you think it’s amazing that the ONLY two K-soloists that have topped the Billboard Hot 100 are dating?

I really can’t contain my head around it. We’ve given them a lot of nicknames to celebrate how they’re a power couple—ace duo, Busan’s pride/princes/kings, main pop boy and it boy. Usually, it comes up when they, as a unit, are highlighted in front of everyone. For instance:

My absolute favorite: Black Swan Jikook

The Flying Yoga Run BTS episode

Topping Brand Reputation rankings as #1 and #2

Topping the charts as #1 and #2

I always feel a great amount of pride when stuff like this happens. It reinforces what an actual power couple they are. But god, this Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 achievement takes it to the next level.

I’ve seen dozens of posts and tweets today celebrating not just Jungkook, but Jimin too. And I know, I know, we’ve never really needed all that external validation, but it FEELS SO NICE, doesn’t it? To see non-Jikookers, non-fans, the media just keep repeating how Jimin and Jungkook are the only Korean soloists who’ve reached No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100.

Do you see how hot this is?

And—at least for us over here—they just happen to date each other? Do you see how fucking special that is? It’s one thing for Koreans to celebrate two Korean idols topping the Hot 100. It’s another thing for ARMYs to celebrate two idols belonging in BTS topping the Hot 100. It’s another thing for Busan residents to celebrate two idols from their city topping the Hot 100.

It’s another thing for Jikookers to celebrate that 2/2 of their ship are the only two K-soloists that have topped the Billboard Hot 100.

And as if that’s not enough, Jimin just had to post Jungkook’s achievement on his IG. And Jimin’s dad just had to hold a surprise event today.

Jimin posting isn’t unlike the other posts he’s made for the members. That’s not a Jikook-only event. It’s the fact that BB Hot 100 No. 1 Artist Park Jimin posted about BB Hot 100 No. 1 Artist Jungkook. Doesn’t that give you goosebumps? It’s worth reporting!

I know it looks like I’m inflating Billboard Hot 100 a little too much. But we know something like this means a lot to them. And I definitely think it means a lot more that both of them achieved it.

Imagine them just casually saying good night to each other last night, while cuddling.

“Good night, No. 1 Billboard Hot 100 artist.”

“Good night to you too, No. 1 Billboard Hot 100 artist.”

Because they are.

And all we can do is imagine, because obviously, that’s not the kind of thing they’d share with us. And that’s the best part, you know? They get to be in their bubble and celebrate by themselves, the way they were in their bubble in NYC/CT.

Except now they’re two No. 1 Billboard Hot 100 artists. And they’re probably just eating cake or boxing or doing something familiar—and normal—together right now. They’ll celebrate, and then they’ll just be.

We can all argue our asses off here. And they won’t care. And their akgaes and antis can keep blaming either half of Jikook for sabotage or favoritism, and Jikook won’t care.

[I do believe Jimin was wronged in the grand scheme of things, but Jeon “You know I’m-hyung’s fan” Jungkook is NOT to be blamed.]

Jikook will be in their protective bubble, doing their own thing the way they did in Tokyo, in NYC, in Connecticut, the way they always do in Korea. It’s a BTS thing and a Jikook thing.

They don’t owe us photo dumps, and GCFs, and lives, and Weverse posts, and confirmations of relationships.

It reminds me of AO3 writer unconscious’ description of Jikook in her canon compliant Taemin/Kai fic “this love isn’t crazy” (yeah, it’s not Jikook-centric, and I’m not even a Taekai shipper nor a stan of either, but the description stuck with me).

Here’s an excerpt, from Taemin’s POV:

“Bye, Yoongi,” Jeongguk says. He walks backward, tugging Jimin along, and offers Taemin a small smile over Jimin’s head. “Bye, Taemin-hyung.”

There’s an ease to the way they touch each other: familiarity and laughter as Jeongguk wrestles a bedroom door open with his back to it and falls inside with Jimin nearly on top of him.

Taemin’s not that much older than them, really, but watching them he suddenly he feels older. It’s a deep ache, affection and longing and something else—something in between nostalgia and envy. Was this something he could’ve had? (He said no.) It seems impossible. What Jeongguk and Jimin have is bottled lightning, like everything else Bangtan touches: impossibly lucky, impossibly successful. It depends on that strange insularity Bangtan survives in. They’re in their own world, most of the time, working endlessly but also detached from the larger industry; they have a defensive bubble around them, so their personal defenses aren’t so severe.

Not to discredit BTS or Jikook, but I do think there’s a level of luck that played into it all at the start. Or fate. Maybe they were all fated to meet, but they definitely worked hard to get results consistently.

But maybe, as in Serendipity, all this is no coincidence? I mean, this one gave me goosebumps.

As if it isn’t crazy enough that Hirai Saya looks so much like Jungkook, she just had to be born on the exact same day and year as Jimin? What?

I don’t know where I’m getting at. I just have so much love for Jikook and so much pride for what they’ve achieved on their own and together.

I cannot believe I just went from Billboard Hot 100 to Hirai Saya. Anyway, stream Seven and Like Crazy!

[morvantmortuary]

hello! i just found your account and i’m in love with your ocs! pls, let me know if you still write and if your requests are open?

(people still use that steve rogers psa meme, right?)

hello, darling 🖤 I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

to be honest, this ask sent me into a little bit of a tailspin - through no fault of yours, you’re perfectly fine and I’m flattered you wrote in!! ♥️ it was just one of those things where I thought it hadn’t really been that long since I posted something, and I try to still hang out and reblog pretty often, until I realized I probably haven’t really posted a new snippet since… whenever I posted the teasers for Vol. II? :’D and my last full piece was probably paint the town red, so I just had a small spiral of gloom at how long it had actually been since I posted anything of substance for my necromancers.

things had been getting kind of intense between being on the job market and trying to work on my stupid fucking dissertation, so obviously compared to when I started this blog in the second year of the pandemic, I hadn’t been having as much time to write. now I have a full time Real Person job and I’m in the last semester (PLEASE GOD) of said dissertation work, so while I’m in a more stable place than I was last year in some ways, things have gotten even more intense in other ways, and honestly I’ve been kind of stressed about how little time I’ve been able to spend here :’D

so like, while I don’t blame you at all for asking if I’m still writing for them, I had a bit of an “OH NO щ(ﾟДﾟщ)” reaction bc I just realized that while I think about the Morvants constantly every day, that… doesn’t always transfer to blog activity lol

I also have to admit, I had a hard time with comfort asks/requests for a while, bc I got way too in my own head about writing them. I was worried about everyone having a similar word count or romance factor bc I wanted them all to seem fair and equal, but then I also got worried that they were going to be too repetitive and same-y and people would get bored. and like!! it’s not that deep in the grand scheme of things, I absolutely am aware of that!! :’D but eventually I got embarrassed I was taking so long on top of that, and I just kind of paused the ones I was writing bc I got too hung up on myself

in the middle of all this, I was having ideas for Maxi as usual (he’s my first and thus designed to be my own personal comfort blorbo ngl), but I’ve been trying more to focus on Hex, Seth, and Rora, so I was kind of tabling what plot bunnies I did have to keep waiting for ones that I didn’t yet… and thus, here we are :’D

so like. maybe this is an excellent ask for me to hit “reset” with, and just remember that I Am Just Writing For Fun, and that I’m just sharing them to have fun with y’all, and start fresh in my own brain by getting rid of all the dumb rules I seem to have made for myself before I post 🖤 I think I need that, I think that sounds nice ✨

so!! tl;dr I’m so sorry I vomited all that at you omg what is wrong with me, I’m definitely still writing for them as frequently as my new work schedule allows, and please feel free to submit your request for whomever and however you like 🥰 I’m still working on a bunch, but I’m going to make it more about posting them and less about making them Just So!!

thanks for taking the time, I really do appreciate it 🖤🖤🖤

[ind1c0lite]

I do not frequently message people online but I absolutely Needed to communicate to you how entranced I am by your copycat au oh my god. I read the initial comic and I had to go for a jog around my apartment I was so floored. Absolutely fantastic work thank you so much for sharing!!!!!!!

What with capcom calling the switch port of aa4-aa6 the “Apollo Justice Trilogy” (which I have dubious feelings on) I’ve been thinking a lot about Apollo’s role in aa5 & aa6 (esp aa5) and your au is just. so perfect for reflecting more of Apollo and his story from aa4 forward into aa5. The potential within it to actually consider things like Apollo still being a very fresh-faced & inexperienced lawyer in the grand scheme of things and feeling inadequate for both 1) being unable to save Phoenix (in the moment, obv everything ends for the best) and 2) being unable to adequately help Athena, him having to grapple with the thought that he has yet another mentor who has betrayed him again, bringing up what’s actually touched on (though not enough imo) in the original dd of him feeling like an inadequate defense lawyer because he can’t be 100% certain of a clients innocence (tho ofc in this case it’s Phoenix instead of Athena) (“of course he’s innocent he’s the Turnabout Terror! ………but Kristoph Gavin was the Coolest Defense in the West…”, the added layer of making him have to consider Phoenix committing Clay’s murder and the two possibilities being 1 - Phoenix actually did commit the murder (awful) and possibility 2 - Phoenix didn’t commit the murder but he’s intentionally trying to let whoever did commit the murder go free for unknown reasons (bonus points - (Apollo thinks) Phoenix is leaving him in the dark again) (also awful) (obv as you mentioned at this point Athena and Apollo have no concept of a phantom villain so that’s not an option lol) …eugh it’s all so good…

And all of this on top of keeping Klavier relevant in a meaningful way (continuing the story from aa4) And having to deal with the potential fallout he would feel from Yet Again being the one to tear down Phoenix Wright with his own hands (plus the later fallout of how he would feel knowing he was (at least partially successfully) yet again manipulated and used as a tool specifically to harm Phoenix Wright) + the parallel of having Athena, yet again, having to stand in court and be able to do absolutely nothing to help those close to her (just like when she “failed” Simon) + potential Trucy fallout from having a father willfully disappear from her again. Even if she 100% believes in Phoenix’s innocence then that still means her father is intentionally covering something up and intentionally taking an action that will remove himself from her life (either via jail or via execution) and god damn that’s gotta sting + if Simon hears about this and thinks the Phantom is at play again either 1) feeling helpless and unable to prove anything because he’s stuck in the hospital and he just has to sit and watch the Phantom ruin another family right in front of his eyes or 2) (if he doesn’t Quite realize the Phantom Is Phoenix rn, he just thinks Phoenix has been tricked into covering for the Phantom) then he’s watching someone make his exact same mistake right in front of his eyes and the Phantom will continue to run free yet again eugshdhhcgsgshsh and oh my goddddddd don’t get me started on the parallels between Phoenix and Edgeworth having their roles reversed from Turnabout Goodbyes (even if it isn’t actually Phoenix, Edgeworth (probably? maybe?) doesn’t know that) basically just. Oh my god. Stellar fucking job with this. Sorry for all the rambling I just desperately needed to communicate to you how fantastic of a concept this is and thank you so much for sharing it. (also apologies for my rambles that are probably pretty off base from precisely what you have in mind for this au, obv some of what I rambled about is likely either blatantly wrong/opposing your vision, or just hasn’t been revealed yet, but I saw the two comics and the profiles and basically immediately started spiraling /pos, consider them au’s of your au lol) (also on the off chance you ever want to further discuss your au just say the word and I Will come off anon lol)

OUGHHHHH ANON I A M !!!!! I WAS N O T EXPECTING A WHOLE ENTIRE ESSAY IN MY INBOX ABT RAMBLINGS ON THE COPYCAT BUT I AM GRINNING E A R TO EAR ABOUT THIS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT SM!!

I ALWAYS LOVE HEARING PEOPLE RAMBLE!!! YOU HAVE PICKED UP E X A C TL Y WHAT IVE LAID OUT AND WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH THIS AU SO WELL I JUST

I HAVE NO WORDS IM VERY HAPPY TO HEAR THERES SOMEONE JUST AS EXCITED AS I AM ABT MY OWN LIL AU HJGKHLJHGJ

I am always happy to talk more abt my au whenever anon!!!!

[evelhak]

hi, hope you’re doing well. different person this time around, but you’ve talked abt kuroko & haizaki interactions and how they perceive things, so i’d like to ask abt midorima & akashi in that same context if u don’t mind

Thank you anon, I hope you're doing well too. ☆

You definitely asked a useful question for me, because I'm going to start writing an Akashi centric fic pretty soon, and I haven't explored the relationship between Akashi and Midorima much, which I obviously will have to do when I start writing. So, it wouldn't hurt to think about it already.

There are definitely some things about Akashi's and Midorima's personalities that would make them gravitate towards each other, because no other person in their middle school friend group can really share these things with them to that level. First of all, they're both perfectionists on their own level. For Akashi it's broader and driven by a debilitating fear of mistakes and failure and for Midorima it's more detailed and focused on a particular thing and driven by more of a strictness and inflexibility of thinking, but they both certainly are always going towards some holy idea of perfection. If they do things Right everything's gonna be okay.

However, I think this is where it gets interesting. Midorima seems more arrogant and high and mighty on the surface (at least compared to Oreshi) but he's actually more humble inside, because he places the ultimate control outside of himself, he sees himself in the end as only a human who will always do his absolute best, but it's never a guarantee of anything. Akashi (at least Oreshi) seems a lot more amiable and humble on the surface, but inside he's completely alone, he sees himself as the centre of the universe in the sense that no one will save him, there's nothing bigger than him, therefore him letting go of control would mean total chaos. It's kind of like Midorima sees himself as superior because he knows he is insignificant in the grand scheme of things, unlike the fools who don't know this. While Akashi sees himself as forsaken, and he's compensating for it by trying to be a god, like if he's perfect and in control then maybe he can have some resemblance of a real place in the world. I think these qualities also draw them towards each other, because control is a very big thing for both of them, and they have in some ways similar and in some ways the opposite ways of dealing with it, so they would have a fascination for the way they overlap and differ. It's a lot easier to dismiss someone's way as wrong when you have nothing in common, but when you already have a lot in common and then differ in a major way, it can have a way of encouraging you to find out more about the things that seem so foreign to you, so I think there's something like that going on with these two.

Their differences of course affect the way their relationship works. For Midorima, Akashi seems a bit more like a puzzle to solve, and for Akashi, Midorima seems more like a sounding board to reflect upon, if you simplify it.

They are also the only true "numbers" people in the group, the ones who live and breathe efficiency and have a plan for brushing their teeth. (Sorry for mocking, it's only because I'm completely useless in that department, and my own strategies are completely opposite that I can't pass by a chance to make fun of it. :D I swear I also make fun of my own ways.) I can just picture them as adults, discussing economy and infrastructure and shit like that in a way that my brain just immediately checks out of. Good for them. But again, Midorima has a more detailed and concrete approach to this numbers and plans game, while Akashi has a more abstract, broad one.

I think because they are like this, having both significant overlap and differences, their several common or compatible interests not only bring them together but will make them stay as friends, because their differences will keep their relationship interesting. Because it's one thing to have a friend who likes what you like and approaches those things in pretty much the same ways as you (that's a comforting relationship that doesn't challenge you to grow) and it's another thing to have a friend who likes what you like and approaches those things about half same and half opposite ways from you (that makes a relationship comforting and also challenges you to grow).

So... this only scratches the surface of Midorima and Akashi together, because I haven't really gone there too much.

If you want to read some crack, I have a story about these rich boys going to McDonald's. It's complete trolling. (And it's the type of story where someone adds random adjectives in to make it funnier. It's probably confusing, there are some references to other crack fics I've written too. It might be a "you had to be there" kind of funny, but. In case you're curious.)

[aparticularbandit]

For Fake: Chapter One

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

prompted by this post.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

next chapter

punchesstars: so remember how my moms used to bug me about a gf notanandroid: Yes. punchesstars: and remember how they stopped notanandroid: Yes. punchesstars: so i might have told them i have one notanandroid: One what? punchesstars: a gf notanandroid: Oh. notanandroid: That sounds reasonable. punchesstars: yeah but they want my gf to come over punchesstars: for the holidays or something notanandroid: But you do not have a girlfriend. punchesstars: yeah punchesstars: i know punchesstars: u wanna be my gf? punchesstars: for fake punchesstars: so my moms don’t bug me again

punchesstars: viv? u there? notanandroid: Yes. notanandroid: I apologize. notanandroid: I was busy. punchesstars: u can say no punchesstars: ur better than marvel tho punchesstars: at the faking bit notanandroid: Can you not tell them your girlfriend is busy? punchesstars: i tried punchesstars: they said my gf could pick the date punchesstars: they r very insistent notanandroid: It is the holidays.  Is that not a good enough excuse? punchesstars: no punchesstars: uv never met my moms notanandroid: Let me sleep on it. punchesstars: u sleep????

~

Viv shuts her phone off, tucks it beneath her pillow, and leans flat on her back to stare up at the ceiling.  Technically speaking, she doesn’t need a cell phone; she’s set up to connect to both incoming calls and texts.  But there’s something familiar about having a separate phone and a separate phone number from the one implanted in her skull.  She likes having the texts on an external visual plane, and she likes not having every word on a call thrumming through her mind, and she especially likes not having unread texts sitting in the back of her mind like trash she’s forgotten to take out.  Her father doesn’t approve, but then he doesn’t text – and he was created in a time before cellular phones even existed, so what does he know?

Not that any of this particularly matters, in the grand scheme of things.  Her internal processors still record her every moment, including the calls she gets from an external phone, including her visuals of any texts she receives or sends out.  In some ways, this is good; it means her memory is much more concrete than that of any of her friends.  In others, it isn’t; it means that in particularly troubling situations, she has absolutely no privacy.  She can keep nothing hidden from anyone who might have reason to demand access to her memories.

She doesn’t think it records her thoughts, though, which is the really important thing right now.

It isn’t that Viv hadn’t been paying attention to America’s texts.  She had.  But they hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind the way her homework was (and unfortunately for that homework, her mind is now so full of other things that there’s no way she could really focus on any of it.  Except the math, which requires absolutely no thought and which she could do in her sleep...and which she will probably do to cool off later).  And, well.

She hadn’t expected u wanna be my gf? out of nowhere.

Of course, America clarified all of that, and if Viv had been paying attention to the greater context of the conversation, maybe her heart wouldn’t have frozen in her chest the way it had, maybe her breath wouldn’t have caught in the heartbeat between that text and the one after, but….

She doesn’t even like America like that.  She doesn’t like anyone like that!  They’re just friends!  Very, very good friends!

Viv groans, grabs her pillow, covers her head with it, and lets out a much, much louder groan, stifling it as much as she can.

Even still, a few minutes later, her father knocks at her door.  He will ask if something is wrong.  He will try to open the door.

“Do not worry!” Viv calls out, moving the pillow just enough to shout through the door.  “I am only frustrated with my homework!”

“Would you like my help?” her father asks through the door.

“No, I believe that would interfere with what I am intended to learn from this experience.”  It is a lie.  It is all a lie.  Viv is having no trouble with her homework at all and was actually nearly done with the whole thing before that singular text broke through her focus.  Which it shouldn’t have.  Still, she does not like lying to her father, not after the time she’d spent being so mad at her mother.

She doesn’t like to think about her mother.

With her father satisfied and away, Viv is left to her own thoughts.  None of which she likes.  She’s not sure why America believed she would be better at faking all of this than Kamala is when she’s no great liar, but perhaps it is simply that she is better at not speaking at all.  Perhaps America is afraid that with Kamala’s talkative nature, something might slip out that she doesn’t want her moms to hear.

—that, too, is an issue.

The “moms” in question are the two women who took America into their home when Strange did not, who for all intents and purposes adopted her into their family.  Agatha Harkness, the first and oldest witch, Viv has heard of in passing – both from America and, oddly, from her father – but never had the occasion to meet, despite the intrigue that surrounded her.  Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, America is quite wrong to say that Viv has never met.

(To think of that means to think of her mother’s death, and Viv likes to think of that even less than she likes to think of her mother.)

There’s no way that America would ever have known that, however.  Viv would hope Wanda has no reason to bring it up, and she has not and had no intention to do so.  She likes speaking of her mother nearly as much as she likes thinking about her mother.  In fact, she isn’t even sure America knows what has happened to her, only that she is dead, which is more than fine with Viv.  She just has no way of knowing if that will come up if she agrees.

Viv isn’t sure she can successfully fake being anyone’s girlfriend, let alone America’s.

With a sigh, Viv shoves her homework under her bed.  She shuts down with the intent to finish everything in the morning, hoping that her rest cycle will help her see things with different eyes in the morning.

Well.

Not different eyes, since she has no intention of changing hers out any time soon.

But close enough.

~

Viv reconsiders in the morning as she finishes her math homework.  It’s good busywork that doesn’t require much thought, which lets her mind wander elsewhere.  Every now and again, she picks up her phone to see if she’s gotten any texts from America.  Nothing.  Which is for the best, honestly.

Finally, with a deep breath, she picks her phone up and sends the text.

notanandroid: I will be your fake girlfriend. notanandroid: But we will need to discuss everything first. notanandroid: I may change my mind.

~

It’s a full four hours later before America texts her back.

punchesstars: u wanna meet up l8r notanandroid: Send me a time and a place.

[razieltwelve]

Everything, Everywhere, All at Once

So, I finally got around to watching Everything, Everywhere, All at Once.

I enjoyed the movie, and I can see why it won all the awards it did. However, I have to admit that there was something that prevented me from perhaps enjoying the movie as much as other people did, and it boils down to a simple difference in philosophy, albeit one that might as well be axiomatic in how fundamental it is.

Nihilism.

Being able to experience everything, everywhere, all at once has turned the ‘villain’ of the story into a nihilist. If everything is simply random and interchangeable, then nothing is special. Nothing is unique. Nothing matters.

It goes back to an old argument that I’ve seen concerning the nature of an omnipotent, omniscient being.

Such a being would likely either care about nothing... or care about everything. To such a being, the infinite possibilities and permutations of existence could easily be viewed as pointless and meaningless. After all, what do they truly mean to such a being? Or they could be truly beautiful. After all, a grain of sand might seem meaningless and ugly, but get enough grains of sand together and you have a beach.

The fundamental flaw, and I use this in a personal sense more than a philosophical sense, is thinking that the Truth is something the universe will miraculously bestow on you as if it were some magical thing that is the same for everyone, everywhere, all at once. The Truth, if there is one, is different for every person. And it is not something the universe bestows, it is something a person comes to themselves.

I personally find the idea that things don’t matter because they aren’t perfect, eternal, or of cosmic importance to be abhorrent.

In the grand scheme of things does a child’s birthday party matter? You could say no. What is a birthday party compared to the birth and death of a star, the collapse of a galaxy, or the fundamental forces that govern the universe? Nothing. But to the child? The experience of their parent taking a day off work to make sure they’ll be at their party could mean everything.

Rather than dismissing all of the variations between universes as pointless and random, why not embrace them? Instead of looking at all those permutations and seeing only stochastic variation and chance, why not relish the opportunity to live out all those different lives with all their different sorrows and joys.

Funnily enough, I actually do address this question in my own writing. There is a character in Cosmic Delivery Boy named Cuddles. Cuddles is a cosmic guinea pig, a being of nigh-limitless power. He is so powerful that he can extinguish universes with a thought and consign significant chunks of the multiverse to absolute oblivion when he actually chooses to exert himself. Imagine a thousand civilisations, each so advanced they have conquered their own universe and are expanding into other universes. Yeah. The entities that fight on his level use groups like that as minions, and Cuddles obliterates them just to clear the field of battle. That’s the kind of power we’re talking about.

The Warehouse is kind of like the Amazon of Creation, a side project that Cuddles and his species have established mostly to amuse themselves. It is the kind of thing that makes normal people completely reconsider their place in the grand scheme of things. When asked about the Warehouse by Simon, a human from Earth, Cuddles had this to say:

Cuddles pointed at the Warehouse. “People see the Warehouse and how big it is and think it means they don’t matter. They’re wrong.” Cuddles leaned forward, and his gaze burned into Simon. “Everyone matters. That’s the secret. You have a family, right?” Simon nodded. “And you love them, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world.” Simon wished his family could see this. His dad had been the one to introduce him to science fiction. He’d go absolutely crazy.

“Do you think the Warehouse existing changes that? Having seen it, do you love them any less? Are they any less important to you?”

“No.”

“The multiverse is a big place, and there’s all sorts of scary stuff out there. Believe me. I know. But at the end of the day, it doesn’t change anything. People still have families. They still have friends. The multiverse might not care about them, but their friends and family do. People on the Warehouse might never notice if you disappeared one day, but your family and friends would. Being part of something bigger doesn’t mean that you stop mattering. If anything, seeing the big picture gives you a better appreciation for all the little things that make life worth living.”

When confronted by the vastness of everything that is, it might be easy to say that nothing matters. However, I would argue that it is the opposite. Everything matters.

[synthetickitsune]

HII may I suggest yonghoon fluff 20 and 30 from your prompt list?? 🫶🏻🫶🏻tysm I really love what you write 🫵🏻😭😭

tysm for requesting this, i'm so happy whenever i get a onewe request 🥹

Yonghoon (Onewe) | Stargazing + "Forever is a long time, are you sure you can handle it?" fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader

The universe feels like a weighted blanket on your chest. It expands far beyond what you can see, endless and overwhelming - yet it fills you with comfort. You’re so tiny in comparison. Inconsequential. Your struggles are even smaller. Absolutely pointless and worthy of none of your anxiety in the grand scheme of things. You’re just a speck of stardust carried by the wind of life.

You sigh in contentment and close your eyes. The cosmos keeps its watch over you still. You roll onto your side and cuddle into Yonghoon’s side. He chuckles, kissing the top of your head while his arm curls around your waist. 

“You’re fascinating,” he grins. His lips stay pressed against your head as he also changes his position to lay on his side and fully embrace you. He pulls you closer, and now you’re twice as safe.

“Why?” you ask innocently, “Don’t tell me you’re bored.”

“You know space isn’t really my thing,” he whines. His hands travel across your body until one settles in your hair and the other holding your own between your bodies. As if to only admit his guilt to your accusation, he plays with your fingers and twirls your hair around his digits. You sigh and shake your head. 

“Count the stars, hm? Get some inspiration - and shut up,” you warn him before he can open his mouth. He still whispers the dreaded you’re my inspiration into your hair, pouting.

The night is warm even though the summer is still young. You had to drive quite a while to get away from the city and the light pollution to see the stars. Maybe it’s better that he’s not feeling as peaceful as you are. He’ll be awake enough to get you home safely.

You stifle a yawn and Yonghoon squeezes your hand in response.

“Should we head home?” he offers.

“No, it’s so beautiful here. I wish we could see the stars in the city,” you yawn again, rolling over to lay on your back. You feel your boyfriend’s displeased gaze, but he stays silent. Perhaps it’s already been too long for his patience to stay calm.

You turn your eyes back to the skies above. Yonghoon probably does the same, albeit from the shelter of the crook of your neck. It’s distracting to feel his slow breathing fan across your skin.  

“It really is pretty,” he murmurs, stealing a kiss to your shoulder. As breathtaking as the milky way, it doesn’t make your heart flutter as much as your boyfriend. Suddenly all you want to do is see the stars reflected in his eyes. You won’t say that, though, knowing well you would never hear the end of it.

“Right? I could stay here and watch the stars forever,” you hum wistfully.

“Forever is a long time. Are you sure you could handle it?” he teases. You feel him smile against your skin and shiver when he kisses you again.

“I promised you forever too, didn’t I?” you turn to look at him at the exact moment Yonghoon is about to argue, “How come you didn’t have any issue with that?”

He pouts and stutters out some indignant noise because that’s what he does best in a lost fight, until he eventually settles on: “So me or the stars?”

He seems dead serious, and while you know he’s just playing around, a wrong answer would hurt him for real.

“I think the answer is pretty obvious,” you smile as you shift and hug him with a kiss to his forehead. 

He laughs, shy all of a sudden. “Say it?” he requests cutely despite the shyness.

“I’d always choose you. Always and forever even though it’s a very long time,” you promise.

“That’s why you’re my inspiration,” he smirks.

You can only groan. 

[beta-thoughts]

A kind of love letter to the kink family!

So something happened this passed weekend that I wanted to highlight in a post. Or well…a lot of things happened this weekend and I think I’ll write about another, more sexy thing tomorrow. But today I want to show my appreciation for this community. The kink community when it’s at it’s best. 

Quick setting - we were on a cabin trip getaway. I don’t want to share too many details this openly but 25-30 ish bdsm-ers in an isolated cabin for a couple of days. Loads of fun in a lot of ways.

Anyway. At one point I was with Madame and she had left her shoes by a couch where a bunch of people were just sitting and hanging out and chatting and such. She asked me to go get them and I did. I was at this point wearing a pair of briefs with an open butt which has some semi-relevance to the story. I was kink-dressed basically. So I went in there and as I bent down to grab Her shoes, a guy sitting on one of the couches lightly smacked my butt with a riding crop. Neither me or Madame knew him from before or had any dynamic or consent agreed with him. I didn’t react at the time, I just got the shoes and left. I should have reacted, I’ll get back to that, but I didn’t. My brain was just ”get the shoes, that’s what I’m here to do”. So I just left quickly. But what I learned later was that a woman who was also sitting there, she reacted on my behalf and told him that you can’t do that because of X, Y and Z. Consent and that’s not how it works, sub doesn’t automatically mean sub to you and all that. Not creating any drama but clearly explaining that hey, you can’t do that. It’s not ok. And it makes me really happy and warm to think about that someone who I didn’t really know either, I only just met her the day before, had the wits and guts to stand up for me and my rights and stand up for the rules and practices we have that makes this community work despite all the ”horrible” things we do to each other. 

Then obviously Madame found out and even though I’m sure She was pretty pissed off on the inside She also calmly and without creating drama joined the conversation between him and the other lady. That also made me happy and made me feel safe. And he without any fuzz acknowledged that he was in the wrong, he sincerely apologized and explained why he had thought it was ok. Turns out he seemed like a genuinely alright guy but very inexperienced and had misunderstood the situation and what he had witnessed going on while at the cabin - he had not picked up on how everything is negotiated and agreed on one way or another. He had most likely seen other people beating my butt earlier that day but then under Madame’s agreement and supervision. 

And that’s why I’m also glad that the whole thing was solved without drama and just with a calm, mature conversation. People have the right to make mistakes, especially when they’re new at something and when it’s a genuine mistake and not just being an entitled asshole. It doesn’t make it ok but it happens. We’re all human and this was after all in the grand scheme of things no real harm done. And rather than scolding him and yelling and scaring him away or calling him out in front of the whole group, he got a learning opportunity which he also actually took and asked good, sincere questions to better understand the dynamics of things on these types of events. 

Now - should I have reacted myself? That’s mainly what I’ve been thinking about these last few days? Or well. Yes, I absolutely should have. But I have been thinking about why I didn’t. And I want to share that because well, maybe you reading this work the same way and want to discuss it. Have you been in a similar situation perhaps? Or maybe you reading this have a sub that works the same way and then it might help you understand them better which is a win-win for the both of you. Now there’s 2,5 reasons I didn’t react. The half one is that I was facing the other way so I didn’t see who it was. In the moment I thought it was another guy I was already a bit annoyed with because I just found him annoying and I just didn’t feel like talking to him. But having thought about it some more I don’t think that was a real reason. No, the first thing is what my focus was on. My focus was on getting those shoes and going back to Madame with the shoes. My mind was set on that so despite feeling the tap on my butt, my mind carried on with ”get the shoes and go back”, almost on autopilot. Had the hit been harder it might have changed. It wasn’t hard at all. That doesn’t make it more ok but a harder hit had perhaps snapped me out of autopilot. I’ll never know. And the other reason which is a bit more profound I suppose - when in that type of setting and in that mindset, I’ve already accepted that it’s not my decision who gets to hit me and how and when, it’s Madame’s decision. So in that situation - I’m feeling a bit vulnerable and exposed because of what I’m wearing, my mind is focused on a task, no matter how simple and trivial it might be, and I’m in sub-mode meaning in my head I’ve already accepted that anyone can slap my bum with a riding crop as long as Madame is ok with it. It’s in any case not up to me. Now this doesn’t mean I was right. Like I said, I should have reacted and at the very least I should have told Madame myself. But in that moment I just didn’t react mentally or physically to it at all. It just happened and that was that and I had something else I was doing. That’s something I need to learn from. But while I’m learning - I’m so happy and glad that this amazing community when it’s at it best - works the way it does. When we stand up for each other and our shared values, when we handle problems maturely and non-confrontational and when we accept when we were wrong and try to learn from it - well then the kink family is quite simply one hell of a family and I love to be part of it!

[epcot-anthony]

Reading comprehension skills are just not there because I did not say or imply that she is innocent because she is a woman. I did not say whether or not she was innocent at all. I did say that the way people are creating these narratives to make him some martyr who was being walked over and taken advantage of while she is lying and misleading people on purpose is rife with misogyny. Honestly, you rushing to whine about not all men is lowkey giving pick me energy but I digress. I also never said in my message what I thought about Anthony. You should take your blinders off lmao.

And what I clearly meant was suspicion to the degree to which y'all are taking it over people who you only see through social media. The way people are moving towards Jasmine is not just a simple open ended questioning of a situation, it's people speaking in absolutes which makes zero sense.

Kind of related but not, I find it funny how everyone on here spent ages telling anons that she's not hopping on everybody's dick but now when she's still being just friendly with a guy who she's worked with for a while, everyone's flipped into thinking she's doing just that and getting angry over things they're making up inside their heads.

Also have your opinion like I said, but that doesn't mean people can't tell you if there's some misogyny lining what you're saying. You should want people to call you out on that, actually. Growth, right?

your message was implying multiple things whether you liked it or not. the tone it was given in gave the energy that you were also blindly supporting just jasmine and not anthony. but oh nooo not the pick me energy. respectfully, that’s incredibly chronically online.

were people not speaking in absolutes when talking about anthony? i will be bringing it back that way too because i am looking on both sides of this. have you experienced an internet experience where people discuss and question things? that is what is happening currently. i don’t exactly think it’s wrong for people to be inferring that she’s with ben..it’s kinda there at this point. also, when you stan celebrities, these are things that you should be used to.

i do appreciate you calling me out, but i also don’t think your points make sense with what you’re saying. this might be slightly off topic, but i think in general people don’t understand that feminism and supporting women doesn’t mean blindly supporting a woman because she’s a woman. i think blindly supporting someone just because of their gender doesn’t make sense in the grand scheme of things. if a woman did a terrible thing would we still support her just because she’s a woman? if a man did something great would we just say that actually he’s a bad person because he’s a man?

[annesuxs]

Jumping out the closet and scaring them! hcs!

Author note: this was not supposed to turn out like this but herr it is, long title explains it all

Includes: cc! dream x reader, cc! sapnap x reader, cc! karl jacobs, cc! georgenotfound, cc! quackity, (separate, dream and sapnap in the same one!)

** I, me, my, you, yours, yourself used but no specific pronouns, so see reader as whatever ((: **

Warnings: swearing and I think that’s it

Enjoy!

Sapnap + Dream

- you were bored

- like really bored

- so you decided to go and scare your two roommates

- you planned to scare them separately but they were in the same spot while you were trying to scare Sapnap

- so you decided to scare both of them

- you jumped out the closest and by the looks on their faces you scared them shitless

- your stomach hurt so bad after laughing

- best thing yet you caught it on video

- you promised yourself to never let them live this down

——

“Hello everyone I am currently hiding in Sapnap’s closet and I am about to scare the shit of out him.” I informed my phone camera “He’s currently downstairs getting a water and-“ I heard the steps creek and I went silent. The door opened and I mouthed a quick ‘He’s here’ to the camera. Just as I was about to jump Dream had to walk in. I decided to scare the both of them cause why not. I jumped out of the closet yelling a quick but loud ‘AHHHHH’

“AH!” Both boys yelled out in unison

“[Name]! What the HELL is wrong with you?!” Dream shouted at me which caused me to double over in laughter

Sapnap on the other hand had a hand over his heart, wide eyed, breathing hard cowering slightly behind Dream.

“Scaredy-cats! I’m sending this to George! You guys will never hear the end of this!”

Karl Jacobs

- he had pranked you in a MrBeast video so you wanted to get him back

- the plan was simple

- after he came home from filming you’d scare him

- you patiently waited in the closet for about ten minutes then you heard Karl announcing that he was home

- he ran upstairs to your shared room and looked around for you

- you saw a look of confusion written on his face

- he began scouting the room and you knew you were out of time

- when he turned in your direction you jumped out yelling

- he ended up yelling back pretty loud

- you weren’t sure who got scared more you or him

——

“I don’t know who this is going to but I am going to scare the shit out of Karl.” I stated to the iPhone camera “He scared he during a MrBeast video so I’m scaring him back. I’m coming for you Karl. Jimmy if you put this in your video I want one grand.” I spoke the last part pointing my finger at the camera. I waited for a good ten minutes before I heard the front door open and Karl announce he was home. I heard him come up the stairs and open the door to our room. It was now time to put my plan in action.

“Hey babes where are you?” I heard Karl shout with a confused look on his face. He walked out the room and I heard his footsteps walk to a different room and back. Karl had began searching around our room and I knew it was go time when he was waking in my direction. I jumped out from the closet yelling ‘AH!’ Karl screamed just as loud as me and covered his face with his hands. I could hear him giggling and I knew he was okay. He quickly tackled me into a hug burying his face in my neck.

“Why would you do that?” He asked in between giggles

“Payback.”

Georgenotfound

- the reasoning behind this was that he slept too much

- so you decided to scare him

- sounds simple right? wrong. absolutely wrong.

- You expected something different to happen so you planned this whole scheme

- He ended up going directly to sleep

- See, he was supposed to walk into the closet to get a better sleeping shirt but he went directly asleep

- you waited the next day to make sure he went to the closet

- You had requested for Sapnap to get George’s shirt dirty enough that he’d have to get a new one from the closet

- He understood the assignment.

- George came intro the room with a wet shirt and a ketchup stain

- You didn’t question it

- When he approached the closet you jumped out and yelled

- mans was more confused then scared

- “???”

- posted the videos on his TikTok

——

“I love George but he sleeps too much. So I’m gonna scare the sleep out of him.” I spoke into the camera. I heard George come in and waited for him to come in the closet to get a more comfortable shirt but it never happened. He didn’t leave cause I would’ve heard the door. Turns out he was asleep and I was waiting in the closet for an hour. I recorded myself with a pissed off face and the words on the screen said ‘George thinks I went out so he sent me a goodnight text. He never came to the closet I’ve been crouched down for an hour.’ The next day I had requested for Sapnap to get George’s shirt dirty enough for him to get a new shirt.

“Hey Sap I need a favour.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m going to scare George he sleeps too much. So, I need you to get his shirt dirty enough for him to come and get a new shirt from the closet.”

“I gotchu”

I went back into the closet waiting in the same spot as yesterday. This one will not be a fail. I heard George yell at Sapnap then Sapnap quickly apologizing. I heard footsteps approaching and the sound of the door opening. George had opened the door and I screamed “BOO!” at him. He looked down at me with a very confused look on his face.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked pulling me up

“So you didn’t get scared?”

“No I- are you filming this?”

“Maybe.”

“Send me your failed attempts of trying to scare me.”

A few hours later I saw George had posted the videos onto his TikTok.

“GEORGE WHY’D YOU POST THE VIDEOS?”

Quackity

- you wanted to get his live reaction for some reason

- you did your plan while he was streaming a fun just chatting

- but instead of jumping out a closet you used the door entrance

- what could go wrong?

- he literally fell of his chair and dropped most of the things on his desk

- Literally was so dramatic

- Once he recollected himself he said he was gonna ‘tell chat on you’

- Chat took your side

- He started punching his chair out of anger

- He also started auto-tune crying

- He made you not feel bad for making him fall out of his chair

- You got two angles, your phone angle and his stream angle

- It was a success

——

I had heard a muffled ‘hello chat’ and I knew it was almost time for my amazing plan. I done everything you necessary for this, wait until the perfect moment. About an hour in I decided to take action. I slowly opened the door so it wouldn’t make any sound unfortunately the door was on Q’s side and it creaked. He turned my way but dismissed it saying it was probably the wind. I bust the door open and yelled as loud as I possibly could. In response to my actions Q yelled back and fell out of his chair. He was trying to grab onto his desk or something cause he dropped half of his things onto the floor as well as himself.

“Why the hell would you do that?” He asked in a rushed, high pitched voice while laughing

“Why not?” I responded walking over to him helping him up. Once he got up he cupped my face with his hands then said, “I’m going to tell chat on you.”

“Chat! [Name] made me fall out of my chair! You see what I deal with daily!” He spoke. He had turned on the auto-tune and started ‘crying.’

“I’m leaving. Have fun cleaning up.”

“NO [NAME]! YOU DID THIS YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!”

[smp-live]

The fight between Wilbur and Tommy was a way for Wilbur to test if he’d truly gotten his message of violence as the only achievable means to get things done to Tommy. Because for all he calls them both bad people, he does believe that Tommy is good, and he’d been getting mixed messages that whole stream on Tommy’s thoughts on L’Manburg. He wants to see if someone still believes in it, because he himself has no clue what to believe. But he also wants to convince people, especially Tommy, that he’s right about the world. Immediately post-resurrection, though, he’s a mess. He’s trying to find himself a place in the SMP, (immediately aligning with Las Nevadas, then against it,) and he’s trying to see how his thoughts and ideals mesh with those in general.

He’s always sorta tested his ideals around Tommy, sometimes trying to teach him to agree, sometimes doubting himself and leaning on a ‘good’ person to see if he might be wrong. When it comes to violence as the only way of getting things done, The Pit was in part an attempt at this, (but also a lot of other things,) and so was wanting to blow up Tommy’s L’Manburg, probably. At the Disc War Finale, he asks Tommy how he won without killing Dream - questioning how he’d succeeded at something non-violently, seeing if Tommy still held on to those ideals he’d preached in early L’Manburg. And then,

Wilbur: I see you’ve abandoned my no armour policy since I’ve been gone.”

Tommy: “Yeah, well, you blew up L’Manburg.”

(Resurrected Gentleman, 15:30)

Tommy’s response in specific becomes important later, but this is a moment where Wilbur notices that Tommy is not following along with what he’d said in L’Manburg, for once. A moment where he thinks he has given up on the ideals of pacifism, instead of most other times where he hasn’t. And Tommy says it’s because of his actions. Curious.

After that, they have their conversation about L’Manburg, where Wilbur says he never cared about it. Tommy is obviously upset, and Wilbur backtracks somewhat, but this sends him a mixed message. Tommy no longer follows its rules, but he still cares about it. (Almost like himself.) They speak to Ranboo, Tommy calls him an asshole, Wilbur asks if he thinks he’s cocky - referencing an earlier Tommy quote, towards the beginning of the stream. Tommy escalates the situation, telling him he should be dead, and then:

Tommy: “D’you wanna fight? [punch] D’you wanna fuckin’ fight, then?”

Wilbur: “You wanna fight?” (I’m bad at describing tone, but it’s almost surprised? Very light, as though he’s almost not taking it seriously, but he definitely is.)

(Resurrected Gentleman, 35:45)

Tommy is actually the one to first propose a physical fight, and Wilbur is intrigued by this. As Tommy continues to berate him, he almost seems distracted, and even when Tommy tells him he should be a ghost, he doesn’t react, only lightly saying, “Okay, let’s fight.” He pushes it even as Tommy balks, because of course he didn’t actually want to fight, and so they do, with Wilbur being absolutely pathetic and losing in under five seconds. The whole time, they’re claiming that they’re fighting because “Wilbur is an asshole,” but given that Wilbur accepts that he is and still keeps pushing, it’s clear that it’s about more than that, at least to him.

Tommy: “I don’t care that this is the Holy Land, Wil, alright? Because for the first time, I will break that promise.”

Wilbur: “I appreciate that, Tommy. I appreciate that.”

(Resurrected Gentleman, 37:50)

and

Wilbur: “The fact that I’m alive, means that anything that happens along this line, I’ve won. I’ve already won. I won when I pressed that button. You can spar me as many times as you want for your own personal victories, but in the grand scheme of things, I’ve already won.”

(Resurrected Gentleman, 38:10)

Wilbur appreciates that Tommy specifically broke an oath of non-violence to fight him, and then goes into his speech about how Tommy may have won a fight, but he’s won overall. He’s won by making Tommy physically fight him in the first place.

He mentions the button. He won by getting rid of his country. He thinks he still managed to get rid of Tommy’s L’Manburg, get him to wear armour by having pressed the button (as Tommy said earlier in the stream,) get rid of any last vestige of those thoughts of pacifism. All along, he’s been trying to convince both himself and other people that violence is the only way to get things done. And Tommy, who he has pointed out does do things earlier in this stream, now fights him on one of the few places of safety to win an argument. Yes, Tommy won the battle, but Wilbur thinks he won ideologically.

He thinks he was right all along, and something managed to convince Tommy of this, whether himself, with the TNT, or something/someone else. It’s only after they talk with Quackity that he starts to waver and implies that maybe he wasn’t right about this. Because at the end of that first stream, he goes back to that book, and reads it, and seems pleased that Quackity said he was right. He sought him out. After he saw how Quackity was, he changed, slightly.

And of course, his and Tommy’s feelings are both more complicated than this: Tommy still actually does hold onto those ideals very dearly, and Wilbur does, on some level, wish to go back to them. He wanted to have destroyed it and any remnants of its influence, while still being excited that Tubbo and the others rebuilt it after his death. He misses it in the early days. But for that time, on that stream, Wilbur was certain he’d convinced Tommy that pacifism got you nowhere, and he was happy about it.

He thinks he has won, because he’s gotten Tommy to give up on L’Manburg’s “unachievable” ideals of words over weapons. That was why he goaded the fight: to see if Tommy would actually go through with it. And his victory was that he did.